Moonlight Home

Moonlight Home

Her body was a canvas he painted with his lips
He was a notebook she wrote in with her eyes
Together they were the moonlight and the rush of home
A combination of lust and love and deep conversations
The touching of their bodies drove each other insane but the touching of their minds drove them mad
Their souls were created from the same dark star
He painted her while she wrote him
They continued to grow each other until one of them would take their last breath
They were rare and they were raw..

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